Sweet amber eyes, your heart runs dry.
So sweet it hurts, so nice it aches and stings and lights and burns to dust.
Sad sunset eyes, in hazy pools of fashioned white and dry, soft dust.
So sweet it hurt, so nice it ached and stung and lit and burned to ash.
Black cobalt eyes, your words run back in lines of red as dark as velvet.
So sweet it'll hurt, so nice you'll ache and sting and catch light then burn away.
It was so hard to hold.